My last year of Highschool

Chapter 1

Sky's POV

It all began in my last year of high school.

I was at Easthigh, the school I've been to ever since I was 4. I knew quite a lot of people (almost everyone that was my age) and academically... I was doing alright.

My first day was... rather confusing. Everyone around me was either overjoyed or completely disappointed by the class they were in. While all I was feeling was emotional numbness. No powerful outburst, I was just waiting for the bad news that would crush my, not so bad day.

Well, I might have bumped into a guy... Nothing weird, we just apologized to each other and went on with our day. He had short black hair and that's about all I was able to see before he left. It was my first time seing him. I thought to myself  'New guy? What a great first impression!'

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At the end of that day, I went to a park close to my house to chill and try to get inspiration for my ukulele writing journey. I don't remember mention it before but I really like music and I've trying since forever to write and compose my own. I started by writing 'new lyrics' over existing song, intending to match the original rythm and everything. I usually kept at least  on or two lines of the original songs, judging them too good to be changed or fitting with my own.

Anyway I was digressing, I used to go to this park when I was little. I've always loved playgrounds and this one was no exception. Back when I was a brighter and sociable kid, I met a fair share of people in those.

I found an out of sight yet, not completly hidden spot, on a bench under a wide tree with a beautiful falling foliage.

I took out my ukulele, taking my time tuning it and rehearsing a few songs I learned before working on my own.

*crunch*

What's that sound?

...

Guess I was imagining it.

*crunch* *crunch*

...

This time, I stoped playing and started looking around. There was nothing in sight and that was exactly what worried me. Scenarios started scrolling in my mind but one thought was overwhelmingly present silencing everything else: 'What if he heard me?'

My heart was beating as fast as it possibly could and my body was ready to get the hell out of here. My hands were wet, I had already started packing my things, while putting all my remaining strenght into not looking up. I interiorly rumbled: 'Stupid curiosity!'

The foosteps finally stopped. I slowly raised my head thinking the path was clear and glancing before me. 

Some teenage guy was sitting on a picnic table, quite close to me, staring at his phone. My body started to relax, slugghishly recovering from the fright. I internally mumbled: 'Of course he has to be in front of me!' 

Not that I don't like people...

Okay, maybe there is a little bit of that, but especially when playing music, I don't want anybody around.

As he was here, I couldn't play anymore. I finished stuffing my composing notebooks in my backpack, thinking: 'I can just wait for him to leave and get back to it after'

I indeed took my phone out ready to act it out like a pro. However, as I was putting my thumb on the fingerprint reader, he asked in a light tone:

"Are you done playing?"

I judged my internal answer as unfitting depite the comical effect it could have had: 'Sir! Did you happen to forget you just gave me a f*cking fright? Respectfully'